(Jamie Madrox)

What is it about a serial killa that attracts you?

And makes this music that you can sharpen an axe to

Taking you back through a hallway to a black room

No walls or ceilings, just doorways to pass through

You choose, chainsaws are always nice

But razorblades and knives are way more precise

When it comes to cutting, this shit here is an art

And we finish what we start, that's what separates us apart

From other motherfuckers, not saying no names

But them other motherfuckers (Ain't family)

And they say I'm sick, too sick

Well how sick do you get?

When you see a chest without a butcher knife buried in it

Wait a minute, give me an axe

I wanna smash your ribcage in half

For every time you laughed on our behalf

Will you let me another chance to redefine?

The mind of a serial killa



(Chorus x2)

Serial killa

K I double L A

Fruit looped out of my mind like Godzilla (Kill)

Serial killa (Killa, Killa)

Torture and destroy (Killa, Killa)

Serial killa (Killa, Killa)



(Monoxide Child)

Could it be the blood? Maybe it's the blood you like

Or maybe it's my blatant disregard for life

Most people are afraid to deny it

But not me though

I keep it old school like a mink coat

Rusty blade, at least 12 inches

With the tipped cracked off from stabbing to many bitches

I'm digging ditches with a mental mind state

Just get up and get vicious within a dark place

Throw ya mercy on the head of my axe

And pray to God I don't split you in half like train tracks

I can't control it, so I just put it in my music

And hopefully other killas can use it

Don't confuse it with the same old game

Cause the shit that I kick could